A large mass of confusion quickly spread over the crowd, and it's justified. Very few people would consider shotgun an actual game. The entire game is a speed race to finish a can of beer. The players poke holes in the side of a can of beer, put their lips to the hole, and pop the top to start drinking while trying to not spill anything. The winner is the person who finishes quickest, and time is are added to someones score for spilling. That's it. Hardly a real game, but an excellent choice to achieve Lauren's objective. And besides, making it an actual game creates a penalty for losing, something perfect for Jessie's clothing choice of the day.
"Excuse me," Lauren says, addressing the bartender. "Could we get a dozen cans of beer and two very full, very large pitchers of draft beer?"
The bartender quickly laid out everything Lauren requested and stepped back a bit, remaining slightly between the two adversaries, his eyes showing it was the work of curiosity. However, he left the whole thing in disarray, so the drinks had to be rearranged by Lauren to suit the game. When she was done, the pitchers were sitting on the in front of the bartender, about equal distance from both Lauren and Jessie, and both girls had six cans of beer on them with a special can opener designed specifically to shotgun for each of them.
"Here's how it works," Lauren began, the bar patrons leaning in slightly. "Before time begins, we both start with a beer, opened on the side and ready to be popped. We then drink like a regular shotgunning, and when we empty the can we move on to the next one. Just like the regular version, when we finish all six cans, the crowd judges us and adds on time for spills, and whoever has the shortest time wins. And for losing, we have the bill and two pitchers. Loser pays the bill, downs one pitcher, and then wears the other."
Cat calls replaced the confusion in the air as someone yelled out "WET T-SHIRT!" Besides already agreeing to any game, Jessie was certain to accept this challenge. In order to convince Jessie to accept, Lauren came wearing a button up white blouse, perfect for hiding the slight jiggle around her waist and exposing whatever was underneath if it should get wet. Jessie's white crop top had the same effect, and both placed them in exactly the same position. Since everything is visible under white, they both always go braless when they wear a white top, especially when they're out looking for company and want to use the free movement to draw attention like a hypnotist's pendulum.
The ingenuity to Lauren's plan was in the fact that it couldn't fail, the only question left was "How well will it work?" Even if she loses, Jessie would still be drunk enough to be shed her inhibitions and be totally submissive to having a good time. Winning would put all eyes on Jessie in the first place, and losing, since it puts all eyes on Lauren, would make the inebriated Jessie via for attention in many worse ways. In fact, the only flaw was that a losing Lauren might try to compete with Jessie's shenanigans.
With the first beer ready and waiting for their lips, a specially selected patron counted them down.
"One. Two. Three. GO!"
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